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today is the day I called my mailman and told him
that I am alive. today is the day that dares me to be
thrilled, dares my fingertips to be intoxicated,
dares my toes to be ablaze with love, my lungs
to ache, my body so full of life that there
is no more room for air.
I have been in love with so many things and today
I will have them all. lawyers and world politicians agree;
tribesmen in Africa; the eskimos, who never meant
to teach us how to kiss. if this is not
the place, then where, if all we have is now.
this is how the day begins. we grow spots
and chase life down like a wildcat. we lap it up
with heavy tongues. we sharpen
our claws on the edge of the world and
we survive.
that I am alive. today is the day that dares me to be
thrilled, dares my fingertips to be intoxicated,
dares my toes to be ablaze with love, my lungs
to ache, my body so full of life that there
is no more room for air.
I have been in love with so many things and today
I will have them all. lawyers and world politicians agree;
tribesmen in Africa; the eskimos, who never meant
to teach us how to kiss. if this is not
the place, then where, if all we have is now.
this is how the day begins. we grow spots
and chase life down like a wildcat. we lap it up
with heavy tongues. we sharpen
our claws on the edge of the world and
we survive.
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every sigh a question
I'm not entirely sure
where I stand
with anyone, these days.
It's all quicksand
and rubber masks.
Behind the window of every eye,
I see an interior shutter
and shudder.
I feel like
everybody's
waste of time.
"Hello,
I'm your one big regret."
You love me. You love me not.
You love me. You don't even like me.
You love me. Hide the knives!
Friendships,
held hands,
and hearts that
don't
break.
Is that too much to ask
or am I just not asking right?
"Excuse me, sir -
have you seen my stability?"
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before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
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things about the old him.
10.
he used to actually hug me.
09.
once upon a time, he spoke to me.
08.
he carried around pick-up-sticks and asked people to play with him.
07.
he was my friend, my almost lover, my goofball, my everything.
06.
he told me i was beautiful. now he's writing my suicide notes with the pen he borrowed in the ninth grade.
05.
he smiled when i walked into the room.
04.
he did everything in his power just to see me be happy.
03.
he texted me at seven am just so he could be the first to say good morning.
02.
he maybe kinda sorta made me wish upon shooting stars that i could for once get what i wanted.
01.
most importantly, he wa
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we shed old skins and drag tomorrow behind us to be won.
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Edit: I have a huge problem with the second stanza. and the last part of the first. and everything but the third stanza, essentially. ideas?
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Edit: I have a huge problem with the second stanza. and the last part of the first. and everything but the third stanza, essentially. ideas?
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